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Julian Lloyd Webber feat. Royal Philharmonic Orchestra Lyrics
"Buenos Aires"

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EVA
What's new? Buenos Aires
I'm new'I wanna say I'm just a little stuck on you
You'll be on me too!

I get out here, Buenos Aires
Stand back'you wanna know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality!

Fill me up with your heat with your noise,
With your dirt overdo me.
Let me dance to your beat, make it loud,
Let it hurt, run it through me.
Don't hold back you are certain to impress
Tell the driver this is where I'm staying.

Hello Buenos Aires
Get this! Just look at me dressed up somewhere to go
We'll put on a show.

Take me in a your flood, give me speed,
Give me lights, set me humming.
Shoot me up with your blood,
Wine me up with your nights, watch me coming
All I want is a whole lot of excess
Tell the singer this is where I'm playing

Stand back Buenos Aires
Because you wanna know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality!

And if ever I go too far
It's because of the things you are
Beautiful town'I love you
And if I need a moment's rest
Give your lover the very best
Real eiderdown, and silence.

CHE
What makes a city hum? Who gives it life? The descamisados, the shirtless ones, the laborers, the butchers, the dockers, the shuffling workers in the stockyard, in the factories and on the treadmill. Do these people have ambitions, views, opinions!
They will soon.

Don't you just love the smack of firm government? We all appreciate the invaluable support, order and purpose provided by the military to our constitution. It will soon be time for the military to be our constitution, say some, notably the military.

The gathering at the polo ground glitters. The Bentleys, the hampers from Harrods, the diamonds, the clothes, the procession of nannies from England and France. Who on earth, or in Argentina, would want to pull the rug out from under the polished feet of le cr??me of Buenos Aires society?

EVA
You're a tramp, you're a treat,
You will shine to the dead, you are shoddy.
But you're flesh, you are meat,
You shall have every breath in my body.

Put me down for a lifetime of success
Give me credit'I'll find ways of paying

Rio de la Plata! Florida! Corrientes! Nueve de Julio!
All I want to know

Stand back Buenos Aires
Because you oughta know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of
Just a little touch of
Just a little touch of star quality!